[It's progress, however small - even though Charles would argue it's really not small at all - and he lets out a slow breath, lifting his head and resting his chin on his friend's shoulder, still gently projecting calm and rubbing his back.]
Is there anything else I can do?
[Not that he was making any move to pull away or anything. He wasn't going anywhere. Obviously.]
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Is there anything else I can do?
[Not that he was making any move to pull away or anything. He wasn't going anywhere. Obviously.]